it was way back in eighth grade or maybe ninth

dude was supposed to be graduating in ’89

too careless to study so he was way behind

a knockout with the ladies he was crazy fly

rocked a flat top fade with the wavy lines

hadn’t acknowledged me yet but i gave him time

so one day he needed a pen of course i gave him mine

hmmmmm…..a penetrating gaze met through lazy eyes

suggests he was not narrowly straight but maybe bi

if i’d had a little confidence well then maybe i

woulda slipped him an invitation to hang sometime

we’d pitch a tent and settle in on the greener side

high school friends with benefits until he’d decide

the intimacy feels forced to me, or so he’d confide

extended an offer of friendship although he declined

returned the pen to me promptly but as he walked by

i caught a whiff of a scent i’d always remember him by

it’s amazing the hindsight a good memory provides

he’d grow serious about his studies and graduate on time

spare his family the agony of such a wasted life

and i’ll no longer feel torment in a walgreens aisle

with men’s fragrances what i’m saying is it’s ok for a little while